Tag: Preston
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Proustian Preston
Memory is a strange beasty. The same memory can make you sad one day and happy the next day. Logic does not apply in the land of reminices. And quite right too. I’ve had a day of memories as i travelled Oop North to myUncle’s funeral. It was a testament to the man that, despite…
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Lamb’s pride
On the train, back from preston. I was 14 when I moved to Germany but its still my home town. I took some pictures of Avenham Park, a stunning homage to philanthropic industrialists. Our pandas particularly liked the Japanese Garden’s bamboo fence. As you can see. Nom, nom. I also had a lovely lunch with…
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